Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.